Hi-Fi Lo-Fi

I never take the time to feel my own breath.
I wait for inspiration in my sleeplessness.
I follow my veins from my foot to my chest.
My blood flows crooked, Lord, my heart’s about to arrest.

This nonsense that fills my brain tonight.
It shows it’s pettiness and it shows its might.
You've got it all wrong 'cause I've got it all right.
I'm tired of feeling lonely and I'm tired of being tight.

So Please some direction darling,
So Please somebody give me a fight.
So Please give me that key, baby, that swings this door open,
Showin' me I'll be all right.